Lindy’s Blog: Where Mom is Always Right

June 23, 2010

a new drink for cocktail hour

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which hits here pretty regularly about five pm.

A “Lindy” creation–you can call it The Lindy if you’re so inclined:

Combine in a short glass:

Ice, a shot of whiskey (good quality, please), fill the rest with diet Cream Soda, and add a splash of cranberry juice

Mmm, mm.

March 19, 2010

Good news!

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Yes, you can tell by the dearth of recent posts by moi that I am still in what I call “all baby, all the time” madness.  This means that if I have a moment to myself, it’s not going to be spent blogging.  In place of blogging, you can insert something like “showering,” “brushing teeth,” or some other inane though highly necessary aspect of daily living. 

However, at this point in time I am pleased to say that I have a small moment of quiet.  And I just wanted to post here that–due to some expressed concern by some of you after my last post–I am not on suicide watch.  Looking back, it does appear that I was awash in the “baby blues.”  I didn’t mean to alarm anyone and life is good.

January 12, 2010

On “nesting”

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I’ve talked it over with other moms, and many of us have come to the conclusion that we hate–actually even loathe–the term “nesting.”   For those who might not have heard the term, it is used to describe the actions of late-in-pregnancy women who are are suddenly stricken with the urge to clean the entire house top-to-bottom or engage in other tasks such as updating existing childrens’ baby books, putting photos in the album, washing the drapery, etc…The term suggests a purely biological, instinctual set of behaviors that overcomes a woman about to give birth with no actual conscious thought on her part.  In other words, we’re blindly preparing the nest for the new offspring.  A bumbling mother hen always comes to mind when I hear the term. 

I humbly assert that there’s nothing unconscious about it.  I like to think of it as “thinking ahead,” “being practical,” or “preparing for total life disruption.”   

I’m not sure if this is a universal thing or not, but I’ll just say that when I casually mention to a person that I’m going to prepare a few casseroles to freeze for when the baby comes, and that person immediately assumes that smug, knowing, and slightly condescending look before stating smarmily that, “Someone’s NESTING!” I have to exercise superhuman restraint in not shouting back at them, “ACTUALLY, I REALIZE THAT IN JUST A FEW WEEKS I’LL BE COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE FOR MEETING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING’S EVERY WHIM, DAY AND NIGHT, IN ADDITION  TO THOSE OF THE TWO CHILDREN I ALREADY HAVE.  I AM PREPARING SOME SIMPLE MEALS TO MAKE LIFE A LITTLE EASIER.  I’M NOT NESTING, I’M EXERCISING SOME GRAY MATTER.”  

Thank you, I feel much better now.

January 8, 2010

Bra color and awareness

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Just have to write this here or explode. 

Facebook–it is probably the thing that has the most grown-ups acting like teenagers that I’ve ever encountered.  Yes, I am on Facebook.  Yes, it’s a good way to spread information and to keep in touch.  And yes, it’s a good way to waste countless hours of your time and to realize that we’re all just a bunch of sub-moronic adolescents who can’t seem to break away from the high school mentality. 

NOTE:  This applies much more to some than to others.  And yes, I am venting.

Yesterday people were writing colors for their status updates.  

(For those of you smart individuals out there who are not Facebook users, a status update is just that: an update someone writes about what they’re doing, what’s on their mind at that particular moment, etc…Yes, this can turn for many into a minute-by-minute account of the most mundane and personal activities imaginable.  TMI comes to mind more than once.)

Many (like me) were left to wonder what this was all about, and then I found out that it was another one of those absolutely worthless ploys to “raise awareness for breast cancer” shenanigans by posting the color of the bra you were sporting that day.  First of all, can I say how retarded this is?  I can see this being a popular activity back in junior high.  Secondly, is anyone else out there completely sick and tired of the words “raising awareness”?  You know what, I think we’re all plenty “aware” of breast cancer by now.  And coincidentally, being “aware” of breast cancer does nothing, really, about it.  And posting the color of the bra you’re wearing to raise “awareness” will do nothing to combat breast cancer. 

Yes, I realize it’s all in good fun.  But I still think it’s retarded.

And, in case anyone really wanted to know:  Dingy, grayish white with portions of pale yellow.  I feel so much more aware now, don’t you?

December 14, 2009

31 weeks

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I don’t know that I’ve formally announced this here:  I am pregnant and now on the home stretch. 

I know I’m on the home stretch for several reasons:  My face, along with my arms, legs, ankles, and back–yes, I said back–are looking pregnant, too.  Pregnancy has always been a total body experience for me.  Despite the fact that I try to stick to a 2 mile a day walking regimen, my body has decided to reward that effort with swollen extremities and all-over gushiness.  If you happen to be one of those women who fails to look pregnant even in the third trimester except from the side, I hate you.  (I’m just kidding, sort of.) 

The only consolation I have is that it is bitterly cold, and I need not wear anything that exposes any of my pasty and dimpled form.  I am sure this is of great consolation to others, as well.

I did recently indulge in the one activity that is every pregnant woman’s best friend:  Swimming.  Buoyancy is a wonderful thing when you are carrying around an extra 25 pounds.  We were staying at a hotel, and I threw caution to the wind and decided that I would swim with the family despite the horrors of donning a bathing suit.  I hurriedly ditched my t-shirt and slipped into the water as quickly as possible.  The water was wonderful, and I was sluicing around happily, feeling delightfully weightless and unfettered.  It was at this point that David pointed to the deep end of the pool, and to the sign affixed to the wall above it:  “Underwater viewing from restaurant.”  I came to the horrifying realization that I was still, in fact, visible to people.  And these poor people–who were trying to ingest food–were subjected to the sight of a very pregnant person floating around the water, rather like a manatee, also aptly known as a “sea cow.”

I won’t go into how weird I think it is to have such a thing as a window in a pool, but I did make swift departure after this discovery.

December 9, 2009

Sherbet/sherbert

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I reserve the right to rant here on my blog.  Okay, so this might not qualify as a full-blown rant, but you get the idea.

I’ve been noticing it more frequently:  The seemingly random pronunciation changes made to various words by those (generally) in the media and not precluding our own president.  Glenn Beck mentioned this on his show last week with Stu and Pat.  (I’m trying to track down the audio of this–it was funny.) 

Here’s the follow-up rant–also very funny.

Example:  Some are calling the hypocritical and farcical climate conference site “Copen-HAH-gen.”  For Obama, it’s “Pok-ee-ston” instead of Pakistan.  It’s also “Tol-ee-bon” for Taliban.  (But yet, he still says Afghani-STAN.”  Hmm.  Stu’s conclusion:  It’s nothing more than a verbal bow.  I think he’s probably right.)  Alex Trebek is one of those who fall prey to this pronunciation snobbery quite frequently.  For that notable, it’s not the South American country, Chile, (generally pronounced by Americans as chili, like the pepper) but “CHEE-lay.”   (Aside:  Has anyone else noticed how smug–and almost tongue-clickily schoolmarmish–Trebek gets when none of the three contestants knows the answer, er, question?  David:  “Yeah, it’s real easy to sound smart when you’ve got the cards right there in front of you, Alex.”)   It’s no longer Osama, but Usama.    And so on and so forth.

Look, I realize that we pronounce words incorrectly all the time, and being a bit of a pronunciation snob myself, I’m not immune.  I hate to admit it, but it did rather bother me when Bush said “nu-cu-lar” instead of “nu-clee-ar.”  But here’s the difference:  Bush was staying true to his roots–he wasn’t trying to sound smart, and I think the others are trying to sound smart. 

There’s something rather pretentious about all these smarter than thou types slipping from their usual American-English pronunciations of words to all out r-rolling mid-sentence.  Hint:  It makes you feel smart, but sound dumb to those of us who are onto you.  Yeah, we get it.  You’re right; it is probably “Chee-lay.”  But I’m an English-speaking American from Nebraska, and I’m going to continue to say “Chili.”  And I expect any news anchor to say “Ne-BRAS-ka” and not “Ne-BRA-ska.” 

Besides, according to the Danish, it’s actually prounounced something like “coopen-hown.”  I’ve just confirmed the existence of language elitists who are also morons. 

Feels good.

September 28, 2009

Confessions of one who has dared entertain the idea of homeschooling…

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..and lived to tell about it.

I just read this Salon article, Confessions of a Home-Schooler, by Andrew O’Hehir, and I come away from it nodding my head and shrugging my shoulders in a “Yeah, I can identify” sort of way. 

No, our children aren’t school-aged yet, and yes, we have a great Catholic school in our community that we plan on sending them to once they’re there. 

But I will admit that the thought of homeschooling has crossed my mind a number of times, and–like O’Hehir mentions–it’s not because I’m some sort of denim-jumper wearing, Bible-thumping Christian (not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  And it’s not even due to recent news stories like this and this (although they’re certainly up there on the list.) 

It’s a whole number of different things, from the seemingly minute (“I don’t want to surrender my kids for so long at so young”) to the arguably more important (“I can’t believe some of the stuff they’re teaching my kindergartner!”) 

I also know a lot of people who either homeschool their children, have been homeschooled themselves and still somehow manage to be normal, socialized human beings (note the sarcasm, please), or who, like me, dare to entertain the mere thought in the dark corners of their minds, and who find themselves pilloried for even mentioning it in certain sectors.  So, yes, I identified a lot with the Salon writer’s thoughts.  As someone who wasn’t homeschooled and isn’t currently homeschooling, I sometimes ironically find myself in conversations where I feel as though I am a defender of the Homeschooling Unclean.

I can also remember the 13 long years of mind-numbing boredom I suffered during my schooling years, and I retroactively realize the amount of everyone’s most precious commodity–TIME– that could have been saved and savored had it just been me learning at home, by myself.  (Which brings to mind #14 in the bitter homeschooler’s wish list, linked below:  “Stop assuming that because the word ‘school’ is right there in homeschool, we must sit around at a desk for six or eight hours every day, just like your kid does. Even if we’re into the ‘school’ side of education — and many of us prefer a more organic approach — we can burn through a lot of material a lot more efficiently, because we don’t have to gear our lessons to the lowest common denominator.”

If you’re reading this and find the usual “Yeah, buts” popping into your brain, I highly suggest reading the article.  Just the stats on what kind of and how many people in this country choose this for their families is staggering–and probably underreported.  If you’re still not convinced (and no one said you have to be) at least read “The Bitter Homeschooler’s Wish List” by Deborah Markus so that you don’t accidentally fall into any of the annoying habits of non-homeschooling Concerned People.  I read it, and nearly fell off my chair laughing. 

For the sake of total clarity and transparency, I have by no means been a life-long advocate of homeschooling, and at this point, we’re sending our kids to our local Catholic school.  Homeschooling was never an idea that would have made sway in my brain even five years ago.  But parenthood is a surprising enterprise, and it sometimes takes us places we would have never before imagined.

And I would still never be caught dead in a denim jumper.

September 1, 2009

Have I mentioned I hate CFLs?

Filed under: environment,This and that... — by lindyborer @ 7:17 am

cflstandardThose of you who know me on a close personal level know my revulsion to the latest way the environmentalists are reaching their ever-growing tentacles into our homes and our lives:  the Compact Fluorescent Lightbulb. 

 You know what I’m talking about:  The ugly-as-sin coiling lightbulbs that cast a cool (and unflattering) pallor over everyone and everything in a room.  I was reminded again of my discontent as I read Ann Althouse’s blog  post this morning over my coffee.  She, too, is stockpiling incandescent light bulbs, a habit I picked up awhile back when I realized that they’re slowly being phased out.  She expresses the loss so well that I’m copying it here:

Last week, I walked through a beautiful Art Deco building lobby and hallway, where there were gorgeous bronze light fixtures that no longer glowed: The incandescent light bulbs had been replaced by fluorescents. The whole look of the interior was destroyed. I felt like crying. All of our rooms and lobbies and hallways are about to have the life sucked out of them, by a Congress that has no feeling for beauty and the effect of light on human emotions.

Yeah, it’s a damn shame.  One blogger describes the people pushing these this way:  “These are the same people that think that tofu is a good substitute for steak.”  He nailed it, there.

One of the first changes we made after moving into this house was to replace the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom and kitchen.  It was one of the best decisions we made.  I felt like I was walking into an igloo each morning as I went to make coffee, and women know the horrifying effects of fluorescent lighting on their complexions.  Retail stores, in particular, should be worried for their clothing sales once all the lighting in the dressing room areas are lit by CFLs.  Trying on bathing suits is hard enough without having fluorescent lighting highlight every flaw.  

Before someone suggests that we try out some CFLs, I’d like to point out that we just did.  And they’re already gone.  Supposedly, they last double the time incandescents do.  Not in our experience.  We bought some for a new ceiling fan; they began this annoying flickering the second night, and one burned out on the third.  They were replaced soon after.  They take about two minutes to warm up, and most importantly, THEY ARE FLOURESCENT.   

One more gripe about these monstrosities:  They contain low levels of mercury, which–if not properly recycled–leach into the air and ground at the landfill.  They require special disposal, which most states have not allowed for.  If you happen to break one in your home, you find youself wondering if you just nuked your fetus as you cleaned it up.  NPR even has addressed this issue.  Given the justified worry over mercury in common vaccinations given to children and pregnant women via the flu shot, one wonders whether these concerns have placed certain sectors of the liberal, anti-vaccination, pro-environment crowd in somewhat of a pickle.  

Count this as one more little way that the government–via the well-meaning environmentalist crowd–are hindering private innovation and encroaching on our day-to-day existence.  One wonders if they didn’t read the bill and didn’t realize that they outlawed incandescent lighting.  (Now, since when does Congress just not read bills?!?)

Sidenote:  Read the comments at the Althouse link.  Very interesting and humorous:  “Dim bulbs Macht Frei!”

August 5, 2009

It’s been a little while

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Call it a little summer blogging hiatus…I actually haven’t even been checking in on here, and so as I did this morning, to my surprise I saw an incoming link, entitled, “Never Underestimate Brave Catholic Women:  They will kick your butt into next Thursday.”  I am quite honored and humbled to be referred to as a “Woman of Ephesus: Tending to the culture of our time.”  Well…awesome.  Thanks, and I’ll endeavor to continue.

May 21, 2009

technical difficulties

Still enmired in technical difficulties…well, one difficulty, really.  That being no way to get online without husband’s phone.  And said husband tends to work 26 hours/day.  This accounts for the erratic posting, which will be even more erratic the next three days.  Bear with me, please.  

Thanks ever so much. 

But today brings with it load upon load of laundry, that has suddenly and magically piled up before my very eyes.  And thus, I’m off to my task.

But I’ll leave you with one link.  Remember the letter from a recovering liberal?  Here’s the follow-up.

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